The density of circulation increases as it gets closer to the city centre. More and more, the people met seem to be regular users of the path, the trips are short, and only a few cyclists look like having been for an adventure on long itinerary. Still some big backpack can be seen, probably close not any farther from home. Here, the Railway Path is an everyday mobility infrastructure, accesses to the adjacent streets have hence been multiplied, but the road is nonetheless part of the National Cycle Network. And so great travellers are mixed with basic pedestrians, the multitude and diversity of those routes dress the place up with a cosmopolitan and urban face. The landscapes here met are yet very inhospitable: back yard of factories, handling facilities, material storage whose the ochre colour brings far away on a famous planet, neighbouring the earth. As it is reaching the city, the cycle lane suddenly appears to be ignored by this one, suddenly anonymized, even if just earlier its heritage was staged. It seems to have been downgraded to the servant space category. The spatial imagination comes back when is met a short tunnel whose ovoid shape remind a starship and which numerous humans appropriated its bright tiles to express their creativity.